Free Kick (Completion Series) by Holly S. Roberts Page B

entire time. My heart wanted to explode; he looked like he would pounce. Disappointingly, he turned and grabbed the helmets from the dresser. He led me out of the Inn to his bike.
    “What is it?” I asked as I admired the chrome and size of the bike.
    “A Harley V-Rod Muscle. She’s a beaut.”
    “She?” He’d seemed surprised I referred to my car as a she, but he was doing it too.
    “Absolutely, ” he said with a wink. “Come on, my surprise is waiting.” He handed me a helmet, sat his on the bike’s seat, and helped me adjust mine. He ever so lightly hit his palm against the side of my helmet after adjusting the chin strap. Why was everything he did so incredibly hot? For a second, I thought he would kiss me, but he behaved himself.
    After his own helmet was on, he slung his leg over the bike and twisted at the waist helping me on behind him. He started up the Harley and the engine vibrated throughout my body. My inner thighs pressed into his hips and heat ignited across my jeans-covered flesh. I was close to having a spontaneous orgasm.
    Van took off and I had no choice but to wrap my arms tightly around his waist. He was completely untamed, a bad boy, and everything I needed to avoid. But sitting on the back of his bike loosened more of my inhibitions. Wild Cami screamed into the wind.
    We took a side road out of town and started winding through tree -lined hills. The sun was going down, making the scenery even lovelier. The fresh air blew across my face. No streetlights, but the headlamp from the bike lit up the street as the sunlight faded. I molded the front of my body to Van’s back as he took the corners. It scared the crap out of me, but the exhilaration was intoxicating. He drove for about fifteen more minutes before turning onto what looked like a private drive. He rounded a corner and a huge two-story home lit up by outside lighting appeared out of the dark. Conservative Cami, hiding in the back corner of my mind, got nervous.
    Van stopped the bike about twenty feet from the large front porch and switched off the engine. He put his hand out assisting me down before swinging his leg over the seat. Next his helmet came off and then mine. He smoothed my flyaway hair before his hands dropped to his sides. It must have been the look on my face.
    “This is your surprise?”
    His smile reflected the evil twin brother of bad boy. “Your dinner awaits.”
    “Van.” I said it somewhere between a sigh of frustration and nerves that decided to suddenly flare.
    He ignored me and took my hand. “Come on, I’ll show you around.” He led me up the porch and through the front door. There was nothing masculine about the front room; antiques, Victorian furniture , and art. So not what I expected.
    “This is where I grew up,” he said softly.
    “Your mother’s house?” Now the decor made sense.
    “Now mine and my brother ’s. We share the place.”
    “ You both live here?”
    “Yes , but he has a date tonight and won’t be home until late. Come on into the kitchen and I’ll grab the chicken for the grill. I have potatoes in the oven and a salad made.”
    “Your domestic side.”
    “The easiest thing I could think of to make. I can grill, but kitchen duty is not my strong suit.”
    This was not a good idea , but wild Cami pushed my nerves aside. I followed him into the kitchen walking past a winding staircase that I guessed led up to the bedrooms. Modern appliances filled the kitchen, and I envied the space. I would love to run loose in here. My tiny apartment had a small L-shaped counter with two barstools. It had a total of about three square feet to move around in. This room was a chef’s dream.
    “Your mother liked to cook?”
    His grin disappeared for a moment. “No, well yes… all this is new. Joel likes to cook.” He uncorked a bottle of red wine and poured us both a glass. His grin came back. “To good food and better rugby discussions,” he said clicking my glass.
    How could I resist